Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Goliath was too busy and angry lifting up the female's head as high as possible to notice the howl ringing back, and instead focused all of his energy slamming her down against the floor, a satisfying crunch came out, and he saw the extent of his damage from the puddle of blood forming near his forepaws. He grinned, this was what he needed after all of this patrolling, a proper curb-stomp beating, and this part was the curbstomp. Taking a slow breath to calm himself from his anger, he grabber her by the scruff and began to pull the woman away, back to pack borders where they would decide her punishment would be god-knows-what. This was probably already more than enough. 

That's when he heard the second howl, and in an instant dropped the female. It was a male voice, and the echo rolled back through the taiga. MORE beating bags? This was going to be fun, and simply to thicken the plot, howled back. His voice crawled and cracked like thunder, echoing several times stronger across the area by the river. Hopefully that would already give off a first impression not to fuck with him. Smiling, he waited for a new foe.